The smell of lilacs and the feel of them in my arms walking home from him; the taste of salmon pate and his kiss in my mouth; the reverberating syllables of Woolf's The Waves, which is pure poetry - being alive.
Apr 28, Sun (yesterday)
Baked cottage cheese cake.
Apr 27, Sat
Attended birthday party of Hindi teacher (who doesn't know my name). Weather sunny but windy. Recognized professor from uni among guests. Turned out is Hindi teacher's friend of 40 years (and for me a total asshole). Pity we couldn't stay until they opened the lovely Indian snacks (that we bought). Must buy some more in the future.
Afternoon with Moly staff. Waffles, books, new ideas.
Apr 26, Fri
First use of medvehagyma. Creamy pasta sauce, lovely taste and smell.
Apr 21, Sun
Afternoon with Sis and my love at Kamaraerdő. Playing badminton and cards. Drinking grapefruit beer (fruit juice with a touch of alcohol I would say).
Apr 20, SatVisit to Military Museum at Buda Castle (his idea of course). Visiting performance of six young (new) poets at International Book Festival Budapest (my idea). Got autographed copy of Polaroidok by Márton Simon and read it the same night. (Hadn't heard of him till two days before. Fellow bookmoth mentioned and quoted it. Quite interesting poetry and amazing looks. Separate post to come soon.) Second reading in progress.
From time to time good classes. And lots of HIMYM.
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